I Am Still Raw. I Say I

Every Day Is Precious And I Feel Infinitely Sad At This Time Melting Away From Me.

But I Am I Now; And So Many Other Millions Are So Irretrievably Their Own Special Variety Of 'i' That I Can Hardly Bear To Think Of It. I: How Firm A Letter; How Reassuring The Three Strokes: One Vertical, Proud And Assertive, And Then The Two Short Horizontal Lines In Quick, Smug Succession. The Pen Scratching On The Paper…i…i…i…i…i…i.

If Only I Knew What I Wanted I Could Try To See About Getting It.

I'm Happier Writing About Doctors Than I Would Have Been Being One.

As A Poet, One Lives A Bit On Air. I Always Like Someone Who Can Teach Me Something Practical.